When I drew back the curtains on Saturday morning I was greeted with a scene off a Xmas card, the garden was covered with at least four inches of snow and the purple-blue skies looked decidedly ominous.

Was that going to spoil our fun? Hell, no! We pulled on our coats, jumped in the van and headed to the seaside. We Midlanders couldn’t live further from the sea, which, as self-confessed beach bums, couldn’t be more unfair. Our annual trips to India…

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